Captain's log, 21 September 2157.

Travel to and from Chantilland was uneventful. We lost several hours waiting at the spaceport.

They sat in a row along a plain grey wall, facing a tinted glass wall. "How long have we been here?" Nola asked.

Renelle checked her watch. "One hour and fifty-one minutes."

"And how much longer do we have?" Nola asked.

"The plane was supposed to arrive half an hour ago." Renelle shrugged.

"Why doesn't Balmare allow hops?" Liam groaned. "This is a fully functional spaceport."

"Their planetary council doesn't like the idea of foreign starcraft leaving one city just to land in another," Arynne explained. "And Fermata isn't rated to fly in this atmosphere...

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